Experts

(Photo’s because I like them, water soothes)
I once heard the definition of an expert was a ‘Drip under Pressure’.  In my life I have met a few experts. Today I read on the news that we should follow the French advice of feeding babies. ‘A study’, I love that statement, any way a study was completed showing that children in France do not mind eating veggies, they do not turn up their noses at veggies and refuse to eat them. Now I do know that happens in the US of A.

But the study concluded if you mixed pureed veggies to the babies milk, before 6 months, they would develop a taste for them and always eat their veggies. I am not sure, but it seems we spoon fed veggies to our boys, ain’t that what all those little baby food glass jars were full of? I loved those little dudes. I had a workshop full of ‘em with nuts and bolts in ‘em.
I know we fed them veggies, I thought I would wear their little mouths out, scraping the spoon back across as some invariably came out. Oh well, it was a University study, so it must be right. ……They are the experts.

I have been alive, longer than I ever expected, and over the years I have wondered what makes us different. There are no two of us alike. (I know the Experts know, there must be a study)
Like tastes in clothes, I have wondered why some folk require  ‘name brand’ clothes. And to others of us it is silly. I told my grandson once when he wanted a pair of ‘Air Jordon’ shoes. Son we need the money much more than Mr. Jordon does.

(You cannot read it But that is a Darnell’s  Const. Hat at the Alamo.)
I had a collection of Ball caps from over the years, given to me by salesmen and other company reps. I always told them thanks, maybe one of the boys might want them, but if I am going to advertise for someone, it’s going to be Darnell’s Const. and I would  offer them one of ours. Once my wife brought a joke home that she had cut out of a magazine, she put it on my Office bulletin board. And said, “This is YOU.”

Birth location determines a lot of our opinions. A person born on a farm looks at things different from the guy born in town.
Folks born with church going folk are minded different than the folks who never attend.
There are those of us who are athletic and others who are brainy.  The rich guy cannot know what it feels like to be in a position of “if they don’t work my family does not eat.”
We with homes and a warm fire, cannot understand the person who is homeless with children in the winter. We can sympathize, but we cannot KNOW unless we have been there. I thank goodness I have never been there.

Differences make the world. Some are more blessed than others. But when the last breath is near, we are on a level playing field.

Thanks for reading my ravings.
Nite Shipslog
PS: (I read this somewhere)
How come it takes so little time for a child who is afraid of the dark ...
to become a teenager who wants to stay out all night?
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Vehicles used in Advertising…. (thanks Paul)